I smile at him, realizing I'm holding it backwards. Chuckling, I turn it around and aim it at a random direction. The wire goes into the wall and I look at him, "Yeah...I failed."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I nod and try to pull it out of the wall, to only get electicuted. I jump back, shaking my hand out, "Sh*t!" I yell, shaking my hand out. I drop the tazer and take a step back, "Youcan have it."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"In my contact with people I find that, as a rule, it is only the little, narrow people who live for themselves, who never read good books, who do not travel, who never open up their souls in a way to permit them to come into contact with other souls -- with the great outside world." — Booker T. Washington, Up From Slavery